WILDCAT BROKE A RECORD, BEAT RACISM

McCray looks back, but no longer in anger

2010-02-14T00:00:00Z 2014-07-02T12:16:25Z McCray looks back, but no longer in anger Patrick Finley Arizona Daily Star Arizona Daily Star
February 14, 2010 12:00 am  • 

SAN DIEGO - The crowd stood and cheered. Someone handed Ernie McCray the basketball.

When the Arizona Wildcats hosted Los Angeles State at Bear Down Gym on Feb. 6, 1960, there was no scoreboard to show how many points each player had scored. No public way to document the smashing of records and preconceptions and prejudice.

The 6-foot-6 senior from Tucson High School scored 46 points - a UA record to this day.

Afterward, his teammates went to a restaurant to celebrate. McCray didn't join them - he knew he wouldn't be served.

"The game is over, integration was over" he said. "A half-naked Negro is cool if he's out scoring a bunch of points or running a 9.9-second 100-yard dash," he said. "I'd put on a suit after the game, and I was not welcome in many places."

• • •

McCray had childhood friends that, so disillusioned by racial hatred, overdosed on heroin before they could graduate from high school. Others, the ones that made it out, vowed never to return to Tucson.

It would be easy for McCray to stay bitter all these years later, but he's not.

"It's really something when you're told you're 'less than,' " he said. "But I never really believed it."

He smiles more than anyone in South Park, a trendy neighborhood of San Diego, but won't forget what it felt like to confront racism growing up in Tucson.

"My dad, he's always looking forward," said Tawny, one of his twin daughters. "But he's bringing the past with him."

At 71, McCray has six children, nine grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren. His welcome mat today reads "Two Aging Hippies Live Here," something his third wife, Nancy, insisted on buying before her death last year.

He writes and protests and eats vegetarian. He sings and hums and raps, slowly, in a deep, resonant voice, "I'm a Wildcat ... to the booooone."

After receiving a master's degree from the UA in 1962, he taught in San Diego for 37 years before retiring.

He dunked basketballs during outdoor assemblies to get students' attention.

He still carries a Tucson High book bag.

He acts in plays, feeling the same butterflies that used to accompany tipoff. Performing has always been his stress reliever.

That day 50 years and eight days ago, however, McCray couldn't take the pressure.

His marriage to "Sweet," a high school sweetheart, was crumbling.

At 21, McCray already had three children to feed. Trips to the UA's job-placement office landed him gigs as a janitor at Sears and a lifeguard for city pools.

On the side, he worked pool parties for the mob, whose members liked the way he related to the children. They'd slip him an extra $20 - good for at least a month of groceries.

Sometimes, though, he didn't want to go home.

On Feb. 6, 1960, he didn't. In the afternoon, he and a buddy began drinking Thunderbird, a cheap fortified wine.

"It was very unusual for me to be that kind of depressed," he said. "I was crying in my beer."

He wasn't drunk when the game started - just concerned about whether he smelled like booze. He inhaled when teammates walked past.

"I felt ashamed," he said. "Embarrassed."

The times were complicated.

• • •

McCray and his boyhood friends spent their summer days at Laurence Dunbar Elementary and Junior High, the black school in segregated Tucson, playing sports.

"I don't remember ever not being fascinated by a ball," he said.

McCray, who went by the first name "Charles" until high school, was enthralled by seemingly everything. He and Shirley Robinson-Sprinkles, now a Texas-based doctor, were "quiz kids" who competed for Dunbar in radio broadcasts.

"We were kept inside during recess," she said, "so we could learn all about the Alaskan lights."

He loved the annual school trip to the symphony. He even liked country music, figuring Tucson would be hell if you didn't.

His mother, Mary - a church musician - took him to operas and ballets and symphonies at the UA campus. They were constants in the fine arts department, like paintbrushes.

"I was always fascinated by the timpani drums," he said.

A Howard University graduate, Mary McCray moved to Tucson after contracting tuberculosis; here, she met Ernest "Mac" McCray, who played boogie-woogie piano at dusty bars.

Ask Ernie about his father, and he tells a story about "Mac" walking down the street, slowly coming into focus, before slipping his son a few bucks and evaporating again.

"I loved him," he said, "but he was an irresponsible man."

Mary, who worked as a janitor at the phone company for years before landing a technical job there, insisted her son debate politics and art at home.

Black entertainers weren't allowed to stay in Tucson hotels, so they would move in with prominent black residents. From their duplex near 10th Avenue and Second Street, Ernie remembers seeing Count Basie or Joe Louis or Satchel Paige walk down the street.

"I lived in a society where my self-esteem was well-massaged," he said. "Racism aside."

• • •

The summer he was 9, McCray and a friend went to the same café every day, hoping to buy an ice cream.

The owner relented, finally, fishing two cottage cheese containers out of the garbage and filling them up.

The boys whipped them at the owner and ran.

McCray once told his maternal grandfather he hated white people.

The old man reminded McCray of the fellow at Cut-Rate Drug Store who gave him extra ice cream in his root beer float, the Safeway worker who gave him an extra piece of fruit, or the woman at the library who would introduce him as her smart friend.

Weren't those folks nice?

"Then you have a problem with a white person," his grandfather would say. "Not white people."

It wasn't always that simple. When McCray became a star at Tucson High, he made white friends. It was new to him after attending segregated schools.

"There was nobody that was going to call me a nigger in the halls of Tucson High," he said. "It tested out a theory I had that, if you treat people with respect, you'd most likely get it back."

Sprinkles, his childhood friend, said life was "probably easier for a boy who was a champion basketball player." But McCray's new friends angered his old ones.

"They let me into their world, and that put me on the outs with a lot of my black friends," he said.

"Now I can see black individuals saying to me, 'Now you think you're something.' "

McCray was caught in between the racial divide, playing both sides like a one-man tennis match.

Around 18, when McCray opened a Jet Magazine to look at the centerfold, he found instead a photo of Emmett Till's corpse after he was murdered in Mississippi in 1955. Till was about McCray's age.

"I went to a dark place," he said. "I was hell on my white friends."

Later that week, McCray stood at the corner of Stone and Congress, waiting for a crosswalk light to turn. He glared a burn mark into the white woman next to him, fantasizing about violence. She crossed the street without noticing his glares.

"Something clicked in me," he said. "It said, 'You're just hurting yourself.'

"That ended any thing I had."

• • •

"Sweet" - his girlfriend, Lena Fay - told Ernie she was pregnant before he enrolled at the UA in fall 1956, using a scholarship he had received from Fred Enke only the summer before.

After Debbie was born, McCray and "Sweet" married and had two more children. McCray wanted to be an attentive father - unlike his own - but knew, even then, his marriage was spiraling downward.

In Bear Down Gym 50 years ago, he melted into the game's rhythm - and away from his outside stresses.

Just like the stage, today.

Playing on a team that would finish 10-14, McCray knew his teammates' instructions.

"The ball went to him pretty much every time down the floor," assistant coach Bruce Larson said. "He had long arms and he had big, soft hands. He was really effective around the basket."

The Wildcats led by two at halftime, but pulled away from the Diablos, 104-84.

The announcement afterward stunned McCray and his teammates. He had made 16 of 26 field goal attempts and 14 of 16 free throws for 46 points.

"This was a guy you wouldn't let eat in your cafes," he said. "I perfected something. I'm a human being.

"That's all I ever wanted to be - to be loved, and to love."

McCray is a home-grown pioneer.

The UA program would later name Fred Snowden, a sharecropper's son, the first major-college black coach in 1972. From 1990 to 2008, every Wildcats single-season scoring leader was black. The program's top 10 all-time scorers are black.

McCray flew to Tucson this week for a dream weekend - Thursday's UA game, Friday's Tucson High contest and then recognition at McKale Center on Saturday.

He hadn't seen a Badgers game since 1962. He missed the Catalina Mountains.

McCray insists basketball was not one of the most important accomplishments of his life. But, in the swirl of anger and confusion and change, the game mattered.

It does still.

"If you score a nice sweet jump shot and people cheer," he said, "they kind of let their prejudice go, even for a blip."

Contact reporter Patrick Finley at 573-4658 or pfinley@azstarnet.com

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